This was one of those mornings where as I was chugging my first cup of coffee I was also thinking in the back of my mind that I could just stay in my pajamas and when I get home from dropping Elise off from school I could just go back to bed for another hour or two.
Then Elise was like, “Are you still coming to my music class?” at 7:55 in the morning.
So I spent my morning chatting with Elise’s BFF’s mom and oogling her 8 month old baby boy, clapping and snapping to the songs, and then doing a strange combination of polka/line dancing while my coffee got cold on the floor.
But this was BETTER than coffee, which makes me think it might be time to go back to the gym.
And all I got was this lousy screenshot of a video I took on zoom ran through three different filters to make it come out, well, like this.
But no, just kidding, that’s not all I got.
I got the pleasure of seeing my girl have a good time in school. I know that there are a lot of days she comes home less than pleased with her daily experience whining how much she hates school, so it’s great to see her happy and enjoying it.
Elise, to be honest though, I really kind of hate being around some of these other moms and kids. They are so not like us, and at this point in my life I’d really just rather not. But I do these things for you anyway, and I realize, none of this crap matters, except for you.
You’re the one I do all the things for, you’re the one that matters.